I’ll be on the ferry by now, off to Ireland for a week or so for a family holiday. I’ve been rushing around like a maddy getting bits and pieces organised so my reading has been scant at best. This is the only post I have scheduled and I’m going to have a break away from all things techy – well apart from my kindle and maybe my phone! Hugs to all you lovely people and see you on my return, God willing.x

Imagine your five year old, warm and rumpled, seeking you out first thing in the morning and saying: “I love you SO much!” She climbs on your lap, lays her head down and just cuddles there, unmoving. Sigh.

I’m so sorry, Oliana. I hadn’t realised. You must still be fairly raw. I know I still miss mine even after a few years but the acute pain does lessen with time albeit that it never really disappears. A mum-shaped void. I hope you’re bearing up.x

Ah! 17 degrees is fine for us too. We (Delhi) usually oscillates between 0 in winters to 45 in summers. And it’s about 37 degrees today. And a chemistry lab is the worst place to be in this weather. So your poetry did a wonderful job 🙂

Wow! 37°! Strange how that’s fine on our insides but would melt me here! Getting into the 70+F for us is a glorious day. Finds me in the garden chasing the rays. I’m doing by best to chase them right now right enough. No classroom for me for two weeks! You have my sympathy. Glad to know my poem sent a breeze. 🙂